“Of course we ain’t! Jesus, woman…”
He hopped up and in two seconds flat, had her on her back with him on top pressing her into the couch cushions. “This ain’t my sister’s house, though, it’s the just-barely-accepted fiancé’s house, and you know I don’t give a damn about shooting my shot all over this motherfucker’s place.”
“No.”
“Come on, Stormy, we’ll be quiet,” he promised. “The loudest sound’ll be the tearing of the condom wrapper, I swear.” He didn’t even know where his condoms were.
He dipped his head and kissed her collarbone, licking and sucking his way up along the side of her neck, smiling when he hit that sensitive spot that always seemed to make her thighs clench reflexively around his hips. “Come on, darlin’, this’ll probably be our last chance to be together before our adventure ends. One last wild ride, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she eventually whispered.
He didn’t need to hear any more than that.
Rolling to his feet, he lifted her and carried her to their room. They shed their clothes quietly and quickly. Their urgency had an edge of desperation, a finality. Lucas didn’t know what tomorrow would bring but he knew it wasn’t anything good. He only had tonight; tomorrow held the possibility that Stormy wouldn’t even look him in the eye when all was said and done.
She eased onto the bed, lying back on her elbows as he shed the last of his clothing. The way she watched him made him feel like a man capable of burning brighter than the flame that stalked his sanity.
It was a damn shame he’d gone his whole life and hadn’t had somebody look at him the way Stormy looked at him. He imprinted her on his retinal memory, because once she left, no matter if his eyes were open or closed, all he’d be able to see was her. All he’d be able to remember was that he had a woman willing to walk with him through the fire.
And poor Bubba…he already believed Stormy’s pussy was his forever home, and life was gonna be hard when she was gone.
But she was here now, bending her legs, widening her thighs, calling him and Bubba home. Big Country heeded her call and crept along the length of the bed, navigating the narrow runway of space her thighs permitted until he hovered above her, dominating the room between and around them.
She arched a brow, the edge of her mouth tugged up in a secret smile and he was done; this woman was unadulterated seduction. Lowering his body as if commanded, he felt her body sink further into the bed as he settled his weight on top of her, felt Bubba’s head breach the gushy heat of her opening, pushing through her low groan until his tip hit the pliable barrier of her uterine wall. He closed his eyes and blew out a long breath; his sack was already tight and he’d just eased himself through the door. That didn’t bode well for his longevity.
Big Country took time to play, easing in and out of her pussy as if he were trying it out for the first time. Stormy dug her heals in the mattress and lifted her demanding hips from the bed, trying to hurry him to his doom.
He lowered his head and whispered in her ear. “Darlin’, you got a damn strong back, never knew how much I needed that in a woman until I met you.”
She pressed her lips to his ear. “Fuck me right or I’ll do it myself; you know I can.”
He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “That right, darlin’?”
“I’m thinking it ain’t wrong,” she said, parroting him from earlier.
He nodded, hitched her thighs higher and continued his slow slide in and out of her, hitting her special spot, satisfied with the way her thighs and Bubba glistened with her juices. Stormy tried to roll her hips again and he reared back and slammed into her. She let out a strangled cry, eyes rolling to the back of her head before she squeezed them closed, her throat clicking as she struggled to breathe and swallow.
“Now you play nice, Stormy Sinclair Redmond, and I’ll play nice back,” he whispered low, for her ears only. He reached down between their bodies and applied a circling pressure to her clit. Her pussy squeezed Bubba—damn near choked the life out of him—but Bubba liked a little strangulation.
Big Country continued to look down as he pumped in and out, mesmerized by the sight and feel of Bubba disappearing into and retreating from her body. He looked up and her head was thrown back, crown pressing into the pillow, the muscles in her throat shifting up and down in a silent scream.
“Oh, you liking the way I’m fucking you now, yeah Stormy? You like how this big-dicked country boy hits this—” He surged. “Spot.”
She pressed her lips into his neck, silencing the scream in her throat. She loosened her grip on his shoulders and pressed her palms against the sides of his face, drawing his lips to hers as she consumed him in a heated kiss
Lucas pulled back, shaking his head to clear it. Hungry, he was so hungry for her. Balancing himself on his elbows, hips continuing to move back and forth, he cradled her heavy breasts in his hands, pushing them together, sucking pleasure from one erect nipple then the other as if maddened, starved, feeding until not even that was enough.
He lifted himself away from her torso, balancing on one hand as the other grabbed her knee, angling out and up so he’d have more room to pound into her. The breathy “Uhn, uhn, unh,”exploding from her lips every time Bubba’s head struck gold. Her ragged exultations were music to his soul as he increased the pace, his thrust was jackhammer hard. He felt her body tightening, the way her eyes rolled back in her head and he lowered his upper body so he could place his hand over her mouth just in time to mute her ragged cries of release.
He didn’t give her a chance to come down. Bubba was on the verge of exploding; Big Country felt the telltale heat and tingle, from the base of his asshole to deep within his tightening ball-sack.
This pace, their pace, was unsustainable, but the mattress didn’t make a sound as his hips churned between her thighs. He kept his promise, fucking her hard, fucking her deep, and keeping quiet as he sank into her one last time. Cheeks squeezing, come shot out of his body in a flood, and when she’d emptied his body of its life-giving essence, he collapsed on top of her, stunned. How the hell did it just keep getting better?
Still joined together, he rolled over until Stormy lay on top of him, a glazed look in her eyes as she dipped her head and whispered, “Now that’s what I call a good fucking.”
They both laughed quietly into each other’s necks until Stormy’s head settled against his shoulder.
He took a deep breath. “Who-oooooo!” He yelled loud enough to make a dog bark outside.
